I Wish My Own Uterus Was Left Alone Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Didn't I tell you not to use,
That kind of language 'inside' this house?

'Yeah, but mommy...
Daddy uses it inside, outside,
And 'everywhere'.'

And tell me this,
Why is it you rush to the mailbox...
When the mailman comes everyday.
What's going on?

'I'm waiting for a letter from the President.
I wrote to ask him a question.
I want to know why he hasn't replaced my piggy bank.
With the money I had in it.'

Didn't I tell you your father did that?

'Yeah but daddy said if it wasn't for the President,
The gas prices wouldn't be high.
And he would be able to buy his own cigarettes.'

The President had nothing to do with your father's actions.

'Tell that to daddy.
He said he can't wait to vote him out of office.'

And what do you think the President will say about that?

'I don't care.
I just want my money and my piggy bank back.'

I wish my own uterus was left alone.
Without debating over who stays and who goes.
Pretty soon we'll need permission to use the bathroom.

'Huh? '

Don't worry about it.
Trust me.
What you have and how it's used...
Will 'never' be up for debate.

'Mommy?
Nevermind.
I don't even know what to ask.
I'll just wait to get my letter from the President.'